phr. (streets’).—A retort forcible.
1837. R. H. BARHAM, The Ingoldsby Legends, ‘The Lady Rohesia,’ ed. 1862, p. 179. ‘A thousand marks!’ continued the Confessor…. Sir Guy shrank from the monk’s gaze; he turned to the window, and muttered to himself something that sounded like, ‘DON’T YOU WISH YOU MAY GET IT?’
1841. Punch, vol. I., p. 23, col. 2.
| Who would own her heart thine, | |
| Though a monarch beset it, | |
| And love on unchanged— | |
| DON’T YOU WISH YOU MAY GET IT? |
1844. Puck, p. 14.
| The Proctor caught him in a spree, | |
| Asked his name and college with courtesie; | |
| ‘DON’T YOU WISH YOU MAY GET IT?’ and off he ran, | |
| Did my spicy swell small college man. |
